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I use to be suicidal
Same time I was still doing this rap shit
I was on band lab killing my rivals
It's crazy how cold I would flow
Using apple headphones and a beat with X's name in the title
That nigga was really my idol
I wish he could meet his disciples
Born and raised straight out the Ville
Niggas will tell you I was in the heart of that shit
Knew some niggas that got killed
And I knew some niggas who putting opps in a spliff
I knew some nigga who was in the park with a grip
I was never apart of that shit
Thought it was normal to be around killers
And niggas who dove in the bottomless pit
Hit third grade so I had to stop taking the bus
So my sister was picking me up
On the way home niggas flirted with her so
I backed out the poker and said to shut up
We walked away from the nigga
I swear if we didn't I woulda charged at his gut
Sister was laughing
I told her "I'd kick his butt"
Cause she didn't let me cuss
She really part of the reason I am who I am
Call me if u need to get out a jam
Me and my other sister use to fight a lot
But not with words nigga hand to hand
If you put a finger on either of em
Then I'm booming at you, your mother, and your mans
This chop gonna make him suffer screaming damn
Be sliding on beats like butter in a pan
Twelve years old we moved out to the south
So glad mom and dad made it out
Soon as I settled I turned to a devil
Started punching all these niggas in they mouth-
Had a lot of malice
Empathy was something I needed to practice
I was tryna put my mother in a palace
Rapping about having all the fire fashion/semi automatics I-
Still got a lil malice in me but i try to keep it in the music
I was in 7th grade rlly fighting demons ian know about so i was losing
I put my feeling on a piece of paper and compared my old shit to my new shit
Then my sadness turned into amusement
Cause I realized there was an improvement
I use to be suicidal
Same time I was still doing this rap shit
I was on band lab killing my rivals
It's crazy how cold I would flow
Using apple headphones and a beat with X's name in the title
That nigga was really my idol
I wish he could meet his disciples
Born and raised straight out the Ville
Niggas will tell you i was in the heart of that shit
Knew some niggas that got killed
And I knew some niggas who putting opps in a spliff
I knew some nigga who was in the park with a grip
I was never apart of that shit
Thought it was normal to be around killers
And niggas who dove in the bottomless pit

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